The Weight Of Promise

I thought I was almost free.
The boy doing his thing,
Soon to leave,
And then I was struck
By his exception,
And by our responsibility.
It’s not over,
But changed.
Whilst I see his mother’s vast qualities,
Tempered by my own,
I also see my frailties.
I’ve talked to him of destiny,
Of his unfolding legacy,
Even as a child.
The foundations are laid.
Exceptionalism has taken root.
But now I see,
This is no time for our freedom.
This is the time for strength,
For stability.
The next few years
Represent immense possibility,
For him,
And through him, perhaps for us all.

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